B-More Careful

by Shannon Holmes

Mann left it at that and continued to exchange numbers with Mimi, as Netta and Tone did the same.

  “So, shit is on for tonight. I’ll be back around 8:30, but I’ma call before I come,” Tone said.

  “Alright, see you tonight, don’t be late,” she replied as she went inside her house to join her clique. She never noticed the black truck parked on the corner of her block, nor did she notice its driver.

  Black watched her as she disappeared behind the closed door. Locating Netta wasn’t hard. Even after four years of imprisonment, she still lived in the same house and was still driving the same car he’d given her as an engagement present, the yellow Range. He never thought she’d be driving the same whip. Obviously, she hadn’t gotten wind of his release or she would have been long gone. That’s the very reason why Black insisted on no parties or celebrations. He wanted to keep the news on the down low.

  He wanted to take Netta and Baltimore by storm. As it stood, only his lawyer, his family and the inmates back at the jail knew he had been released. He had to move quickly. The element of surprise, as well as timing, was on his side. The streets didn’t know he was out. But, they soon would.

  Running errands all day, Netta was unaware that she was being followed. Black had watched her every move. He followed her to the cleaners, beauty parlor and the supermarket. All over the city, and everywhere she went, he was with her like a shadow. He watched, and he waited for his opportunity to strike.

  Patiently, Black sat in his car on the corner of the block and waited for his chance. Every time he thought he had her alone, someone else would show up and spoil his plans. He wanted Netta in a secluded spot where they could be alone, just the two of them. But, she kept going to public places where there were too many people around. Since he couldn’t catch her how he wanted, Black decided to bide his time until the moment was right. He’d waited four years to have this moment and he wanted it to be perfect.

  Reclining in her chair, Netta opened her eyes. She looked over at Mimi. I hope she ain’t still mad. Netta figured she had been a little hard on Mimi earlier when they had argued about Kev trying to bid off her. She just wanted Mimi to play it smart. It was really a small thing, but Mimi took it so personal. She thought Netta was purposely trying to disrespect her in front of the clique.

  This ain’t over, Mimi promised herself.

  Just then, the phone rang and Netta reached over the side of the chair arm and picked the cordless off the floor. It was Tone making sure they were still on for the night. Instead of picking her up though, he wanted to meet her at the restaurant instead. Claiming he had to handle some unexpected business. Netta agreed, preferring to drive her own car, anyway. That way, if he started tripping, she’d be free to leave.

  As the sun set and the skyline grew orange and pink, Black began to grow impatient. He was ready to run up in Netta’s house and kill all of ‘em. Just as he was contemplating the thought, Netta and company began exiting the house. So, this must be the Pussy Pound, he thought. Black didn’t recognize Petey, Rasheeda or Fila, but he recognized Mimi. Black could never forget a face as pretty as hers or the way she used to open her legs in front of him when Netta wasn’t around. No, he certainly couldn’t forget Ms. Mimi.

  She still looks good. Mimi done got as thick as Netta. Look at her ass. Maybe I shoulda messed with her. She probably wouldn’t have done me dirty like Netta did. As these thoughts popped in his head, they quickly disappeared.

  “Fuck all them hoes,” Black finally said, his true feelings having emerged.

  Going their separate ways, the Pussy Pound jumped into their individual cars and rolled out. Netta got in her truck and headed towards the restaurant. She was on her way to meet Tone downtown. This was the opportunity Black had been waiting for all day. He followed her for several blocks, hoping she’d come to a deserted intersection where he could make his move. At the light ahead, there was a three-car accident and police were redirecting the flow of traffic. Seeing this, Netta turned off on a side street hoping to beat the traffic. Doing so, she played right into Black’s hands. He took the same detour following closely behind her.

  Black put the pedal to the metal. This was his golden opportunity. He had waited for four years and he wasn’t about to let her get away. Taking the side blocks downtown, Netta was unaware of the black GMC Jimmy that was behind her Range Rover. At the next corner, Black caught up to her and gently bumped her bumper. It wasn’t enough to cause her injuries, just enough to cause her to want to check for damages.

  “What the fuck?” Netta seethed through her teeth as her body jerked from the impact of the vehicle behind her. She immediately looked in her rearview mirror to see who had rear-ended her truck. She spotted a tinted black Jimmy. Pulling over in the middle of the block and seeing that the truck was pulling over as well, Netta hopped out her vehicle with license and registration in hand. She inspected her truck. The damage was minor, only her taillight was cracked. However, with her car being foreign, damage this small could still be expensive to fix.

  Why hasn’t he gotten out to look at what he’s done to my truck, Netta thought, as the sight of her truck began to infuriate her. Remembering Tone, she looked at her watch and began to walk swiftly toward the truck. Must belong to a hustler, and if it does, that nigga might as well break me off right now or be ready for the police to take an accident report. I might have a lawsuit. I might need some medical attention. Netta’s mind couldn’t help but to scheme on ways to get paid.

  Netta couldn’t see through the heavily tinted windows of the Jimmy. All she could make out was the driver was a male.

  This nigga ain’t important, she thought, wondering why he hadn’t gotten out, or even rolled down his window. The average person would have apologized by now. I think since he’s on some extra shit, I’ma get a police report, call my lawyer and sue his ass.

  “Get the fuck out the car or roll down the fuckin’ window! I’m in a rush, nigga!” she said, striking a defiant pose with her hand on her hips and teeth clenched.

  Instantly, the driver’s window began to descend slowly revealing more and more of the dark figure inside the car. Netta’s expression quickly changed. She almost began to pee on herself when she saw Black’s face.

  “Oh, shit, Black, when you get out?” she said, gawking at him paralyzed from fear.

  For an instant, there was nothing but an expressionless stare between the two of them. Netta was desperately trying to gauge his temperament.

  Is he mad? Does he want his Range Rover back?

  This was easier than Black thought it would be. He didn’t have to kidnap her or tie her up or duct tape her. She got in the truck with him willingly.

  “Black, I swear on my mother’s grave, yo, it wasn’t me who took the money. It was Stan! Stan said fuck you when I asked him for it. I tried to tell him but…” Netta explained, talking so fast Black could hardly keep up with her. Netta was seriously trying to pin that shit on someone else. She swore on a stack of Bibles and lied on a dead man. She used everything in her power to try and convince him of her innocence, but the guilty speak the loudest. Whether she knew it or not, Black already had his mind made up. So, all that shit she was talking went in one ear and out the other.

  Absorbing every word of this one-sided conversation, Black didn’t believe Netta for one minute and what was really ticking him off was how she lied on Stan. Poor Stan wasn’t around to defend himself. He was murdered while Black was locked down. Never once did Black let his true feelings show. There would be plenty of time for him to vent his anger soon enough. For now, he was playing her game.

  This bitch must done lost her mind. Time to pay the piper, bitch.

  Meanwhile, Tone sat in Mo’s on Albermarle Street, finishing the last of his crab cake dinner. He glanced down at the Cartier watch on his wrist.

  Nine-thirty! Where’s this broad at? Tone had initially given her the benefit of the doubt but was now sure that Netta had stood him up.

  Who do she think she is, he thought
, getting heated. Tone had so many girls trying to get with him on the East Side and West Side that he didn’t have to eat alone.

  That’s it! I’m out! Tone thought as he stood from the table. Disappointed, he paid his bill and left the restaurant. One monkey don’t stop no show and Tone wasn’t about to call it a night just ‘cause Netta stood him up. His girl was studying for her final exams and didn’t want to be bothered and Mann was at the movies with some chick.

  What the hell, I’m downtown already. I might as well swing by Eldorado’s.

  Tone wanted to unwind and watching strippers dance was one of his many relaxation techniques.

  In the downtown hotel, Netta and Black were already engaging in sex. This was Black’s first piece of pussy in four years. Yet, the way he was acting, one would have thought it was his last.

  “Come here,” he growled as he drove his well-endowed manhood deeper into her. The powerful short strokes caused Netta to bang her head up against the headboard with each thrust.

  Pinching her nipples, Black watched as she grimaced in pain. Too scared to tell him to stop, Netta suffered in silence, growing tired of the missionary position he had her in. Finally, he flipped her over and penetrated her from the back, doggy style. Going through the motions, the multiple sexual positions, she felt nothing. No pleasure, just brute force.

  Why did I come with him? Why did I get in his truck? There were questions that were going through her mind as he dug in and out of her. She was praying that he’d hurry up and cum, so this rough tirade could come to an end. But, it would get worse before it got better.

  Having his way and humping away like a crazed dog in heat, Black smacked her ass cheeks so hard that each smack caused Netta to wince and sigh. This turned him on so much, he purposely hit her harder.

  Suddenly, as if it were over, Black pulled his penis out of her vagina and without warning, slammed it into her anus, causing Netta to fall flat on her stomach as she tried to get his dick out of her asshole.

  “Take it out! Take it out!” she screamed, her cries only exciting him even more. On top of her applying his full body weight, he began to hump his body into hers. The pain and agony was too much for her and she screamed trying to fight him off. It was no use. Black pinned her down and placed her in a chokehold. She was all his now.

  The pain was so excruciating Netta felt like she would black out. The tears were a puddle under her face and all she could feel was Black stretching her asshole wider and wider. He was enjoying himself so much that he had blocked out her cries and her screams of agony. A foul stench began to pollute the air. Merciless, Black disregarded it and kept going. Never mind the foul odor or the blood that was ripping from her insides, this was payback. He wanted to demoralize her and humiliate her. He was going to teach her a lesson that for four years she needed to learn.

  Eldorado’s was packed, but Tone being the regular he was managed somehow to get a seat with a nice view of the stage. He sat nursing two over-priced bottles of Heineken, while his eyes searched the dimly lit club for a stripper named Peaches. Up on the stage, two strippers were doing their thing, jiggling, wiggling, shaking and grinding what their momma’s gave them. Tone watched as guys hooted and hollered and stuffed dollar bills in their G-strings.

  Hustlers from New York and Baltimore were in the house. Each clique was trying to outdo the next. Bottles of Cristal, Belvedere and Chambord adorned the tables along with Dom and Alize Red. For New York, the hot drink was Belve mixed with Chambord. If you didn’t have the Chambord, then it wasn’t Belve. The Baltimore boys were rowdy, loud and obnoxious. They wanted to show the New York boys whose house they were in and who was running the spot.

  Laid back in the cut, Tone peeped the whole scene, wanting no parts of it. He knew a few people in each group and he also knew just how quick tempers could flare. Fun and games easily escalated to gunplay. Tone just wanted his dick sucked and that was it. Speak of the devil, there was Peaches, serving some gentlemen customers a few yards away.

  “Hey, Peaches, come here, ma,” Tone said, waving a hundred-dollar bill in his hand.

  Ben will get her attention, he thought as he saw her spot the big face.

  She walked right over wearing nothing but a G-string and high heels. Her big firm brown titties bounced with every step. She had the classic stripper look, caked-on makeup, fake air-brushed nails, long hair weave and a tribal tattoo.

  “Tone, what’s up, yo? Where you been hidin?” she asked, happily wanting to take the money out his hand.

  “P, I been up top for a minute. You know? I had to let my peeps know a nigga’s alright,” Tone replied lying.

  “Well, nigga, what’s up? When me and you gonna get together again?” she asked boldly as if she were reading his mind.

  “Yo, ma, the way you look in them heels, we can leave the club right now,” Tone responded anxiously.

  Peaches flicked out her tongue at him, exposing her new piercing; something she planned on using on him tonight.

  “You know what time we close. Meet me out front and wait for me, yo,” she said.

  “Okay, no problem,” Tone answered.

  “Wait a minute, you always switchin’ cars. What you drivin’ now? I know it’s something different,” she asked.

  “I got a white BMW M3,” Tone proudly stated.

  “I hope it’s a stick. You know how much I like sticks,” she reminded him, blowing a kiss before turning to walk away. She knew Tone was money in the bank and he always played fair. She’d go with that nigga, whenever he wanted her to.

  Still violating Netta’s rectum, Black pounded away until he was on the verge of exploding, then withdrew his feces-coated penis. He came all over her butt and back. As quickly as she could, Netta made a mad dash for the bathroom. Barely walking straight, she had to shit so bad, she felt like she wouldn’t make it to the toilet. Slamming the door behind her, she barely reached the toilet in time. The shit hit the water like a ton of bricks. Relieving herself felt good, but it still didn’t take away the pain and throbbing. She was raw, sore and bleeding.

  Netta took a hot shower in an attempt to cleanse her body. She wanted a bath to soak in, but she’d have to wait until she got home for that. In the bathroom with the door locked, she felt safe, more like relieved. Black was out of order, he was on some other time. Netta was scared of him, scared to come out of the shower.

  What am I going to do, she thought, pondering how she’d exit the bathroom and leave him in the hotel room.

  Meanwhile, Black was in the room wiping the shit off his dick with her silk blouse.

  “Bitch, you ain’t shit for real,” he chuckled, really feeling himself. To him, Netta was nothing but a whore and he was gonna treat her like one. When he finished disrespecting her clothes, Black started doubling up some wire hangers. He was about to bring the pain.

  Chapter 20

  “Peaches, I wish you’d hurry the fuck up!” Tone shouted impatiently.

  “Hold ya fuckin’ horses, yo! I’m coming.”

  Tone laid in the bed butt naked, puffing some Branson he’d copped the last time he was up in New York. The weed was making him horny. It seemed like forever for them to get to the hotel and even longer for her to get her ass in the bed. All he was thinking about was her pierced tongue and all the places Peaches would lick him with it. Peaches was about her business and she knew how to satisfy a man well.

  Like the entertainer she was, Peaches made a grand entrance. She stood in the frame of the bathroom door posing, wearing only her birthday suit and a pair of red leather thigh-high boots. She seductively strolled across the room and over to the bed. Still taking tokes on the blunt, Tone watched her move toward him in slow motion. Peaches came over and knelt down beside the bed, grabbing his manhood. She proceeded to give him a blowjob fit for a king. Tone’s toes began to curl. Her pillow-soft lips and tongue stroked his dick up and down. The earring that was attached to her tongue felt strange but real good. Tone was loving every minute of it, he had totall
y forgotten about Netta.

  This is what’s up, he thought. This is what I’ve been waiting for all night.

  As soon as Netta opened the bathroom door, she sensed something was very wrong. Darkness stared in front of her and she could not see Black squatted against the wall waiting for her. Now, all she wanted to do was get her clothes and leave, but it wasn’t going to happen that way.

  Like a cat silently stalking a mouse, Black waited for Netta to get in striking distance. When she got close enough he sprang from out of the darkness and cold-cocked her.

  Bam! The first blow from his fists caught her directly on the temple, taking the fight right out of her. Netta was on queer street, punch drunk, and as she staggered across the room, trying to make it to the bed, Black rained down blows from every angle to every part of her body. Unable to maintain her balance, Netta fell to the floor. After rendering her helpless, Black walked over to the nightstand and grabbed his pimp sticks.

  “Bitch, you ain’t think you was ever going to see Black again? Huh? Think you can steal from Black and get away with it? Huh?” he barked at the fallen figure on the floor like a madman. While in the jail, Black picked up a bad habit of talking to himself. He started referring to himself in the third person.

  “Hoe, you crossed Black, yo. Now, you gone pay for the cost to be the boss, bitch,” he said, standing over her pointing his instrument of pain.

  Groaning and groggy, Netta could barely make out what Black was saying. She struggled to get back on her feet by grabbing hold of the corner of the dresser, but she couldn’t pull herself up. Each time she tried, she stumbled back to the floor. On her next attempt, Black reached his arm way back and bought the wire hangers down so hard that they whistled through the air.

  WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

  He repeatedly lashed her on the back. Simultaneously, she let out blood curdling screams.